A Wall of Glass

The glass that separates you and I
Is not visible to your eye
Even when this clear pane
Is covered in my tears and rain

This window is too thick
Yet I can still hear your voice
I hope to burn it down like a candle wick
Will you accept this, my choice?

To break down this barrier
And make our lives merrier
I will walk through hell and back
Just to give this window a crack

You do not know
That this window is mine, though
I had it when I met you
I loved you, yet I still knew
That this glass was there
Always between you and me in the air

This is Mine [not Yours]

This is:
My life
My story
My Pain.

This is:
Not your worry
Not your secret locked in a vault
Not your Fault

This is not:
A fairytale
A post-modern work of art
A Song of Innocence

This is my grief
This is my untold face
This is my Hell

These are my true colours
These are my scars
These are my Sins

Listen to my "Emo Symphony"
Listen to the screams of my heart
Listen to this song of Death

This is mine:
My life -
My Pain.
It is not yours,
But you are welcome to revel in It.

Happy Birthday to Brenda

This is a poem I wrote in a card in made in my crafts class a while ago for Brenda's birthday. I've been meaning to put this up for a while now. For some reason, the more I look at this poem, the more I think I could have done an exponentially better job.

It has been nine months since that day
The day that I told you I had something to say
I was worried, scared, and anxious
The feelings for you that I suppressed
All came out the moment I confessed

When it was returned, I was overjoyed
I feared my heart would be destroyed
Instead, the space was filled, my heart's void

The few times we spent together were the best days of all
So few times, but so many memories I can recall
I love you so much that I thought I'd fall
Whenever I saw you, at prom, or at the mall

It has been nine months since that day
And now, I have one more thing to say:
Brenda, Happy Birthday